Free Hands Philosophy

About the Book

Abnormal thoughts, walls with designs, cultures with theme, joints connecting the powerhouse, too bad it’s a crime. The dark side is lovely, the sun lends a soul, spirits never die but bodies will grow old. Trust and deception, no comprehension, emotions run wild while all resides in a temple of trial and refl ection. Take it from me, you are not free, hands are bound while dark thoughts surround. Maybe philosophy brings me home-word bound. It’s a safe ride, no need to sit down. Shaking the brain, searching for a reason, millions of people wage life with tele-vision, I can’t tell what’s wrong with the world, but I’ll ask you why. Die, die, die, guns, guns, guns, war, war, war. Fun, fun, fun? Why! Are you waiting next to a lever for a train far away thats about to end me forever? The answer is.. yes! It’s not your choice, that’s only up to presidents! Clever? Loose the lip service, don’t accept wealthy jerks bombing my residents, thats not war, that’s the sound of silence-ness. This gymnasium is empty I’m fl ying solo on this one so I’ll pick up a pen and then make it all good hun. No risk, no gain, no truth is painless, keep reading this and feel a spec-in, sanity restless. If you think I’m interesting then your in trouble, I’m crude, have you ever thought about what´s inside a ufo dude? . . .

About the Author

N.J.S. began theorizing at an early age after experiencing a series of semi-paranormal events, thereafter he began to write his thoughts down on paper until they were refi ned as topics fi t for open discussion. This is his fi rst published piece of work and there are more to come. He plans on continuing his career as an author while soon beginning to coordinate and attend events as a devout humanitarian. As a teenager if he’s not with a group of friends he’s listening to music, practicing on his guitar, creating and progressing ideas, pondering about other worlds, observing the system (government), and uncovering the extent and effects of selfdeception. Free Hands Philosophy is the response to a lack of better self-education and adolescent suicide. “Words cannot explain exactly how I feel, in fact I’m usually speechless staring up into the night sky waiting for something new.”